Rumble always loved fairy tales, but he never thought that he would actually get to meet their characters.

((Edited by Bronymaster))

Hoity Toity is a stallion of few words, save for those that he uses to criticize his workers with. He designs custom outfits for his models, keeps a trained eye on them and holds his emotions rightfully hidden. He's seen his fair share of beauty, of stallions and mares constantly competing to strive to the limit of their pretty looks and youthful faces. Control is key if he wants to thrive in the business that he's ensnared in. "Never fall for the models that you design for", as the saying goes. It's his mantra, the only philosophy that keeps his lonely heart far away from his work.

((M/M Shipping
Edited by Bronymaster))

In the past, Owlowicious would have never really thought that he could find such a connection to any certain Master or Mistress. He had always fancied himself a loner, an animal that had only just begun to settle down within the snug confines of ownership. Still, such a lavish life is far more favorable than to be kept under The Yellow Mistress' ever-reaching wing. Of course, helping out The Purple Mistress is never all fun and games.

((A story from my Tales of Animalism series
Creative critique and feedback is welcomed and encouraged
Featured on EQD on 7/31/12))

'Doctor Whooves' and 'Roseluck' aren't who they seem. Indeed, barely anypony really knows who they are or where they came from. All they know is that their arrival was rather sudden. One morning, without warning, there they were ready to join the Ponyville population. There wasn't anything suspicious about it, of course. Many, many ponies come to live in Ponyville rather suddenly. That's how it's always been.

It's been two weeks since that day, and while Rose Tyler seems to be adopting the pony lifestyle rather well, the same cannot be said for her alien companion. With no way of escape, what will their lives become in paradise?

((Creative feedback is welcomed and encouraged
Editing and Much Needed Emotional Support by Bronymaster))

Every Hearth's Warming Eve, Twist gets a brand new pack of crayons. There's only one that she uses though, and that's the blue crayon. It was the color of her Mommy, after all. Why shouldn't she use it? It may not be her special talent, but coloring always makes everything better, doesn't it?

((Creative feedback is welcomed and encouraged
Special thanks to Bronymaster for editing))

Gummy is an alligator with more of a brain than his skull can fill. In a sudden switch of mood he decides to sneak out of his home and find solace in the Ponyville Park. He finds a single bench there, and sits on it to contemplate about himself and his life.

((A story from my Tales of Animalism series
Special thanks to BronyMaster for editing
Featured on EQD on 6/17/12))

A unicorn looks down upon an ant and thinks about his doom. What is a spark of light in a form so tiny and lowly? Its growth is but insignificant to his own, so why watch it? Why not just walk on down his own path to survival?

((This is a Lipogram, a story that does not contain the letter 'e' at any point
Constructive feedback is very much welcomed))

Those not born with the ability all dream of a chance, if only for a few moments, to fly.

Even if he is merely a tortoise with a simple mind, Tank was no different that the millions of other dreamers that covet the sky. Ever since his Yellow Mistress helped him hatch from his egg, he always marveled at those who have the capabilities.

As of yet though; he has not appeared at any of the pet play dates, nor has The Blue Mistress. If anything, the two are rarely even seen together. Concerned, Owlowicious attempts to consult with Tank whist they fly regarding the matter. The two have grown close since Tank has been fitted for the peculiar contraption strapped about his shell, despite their differences.

((A story from my Tales of Animalism series
Featured on EQD on 6/3/12))

After finally retiring from his full-time job as a caretaker for the Canterlot Petting Zoo, Snails finds himself lost in a void of uncertainty. No longer will he have to work a day in his life, but at what cost? Distraught and laden with melancholic dread the stallion hastily seeks the comfort of his dear childhood friend, Snips. They talk over their futures, and eventually, their very lives.

((Contains M/M Shipping
Special thanks to Dragon Emperor Geon for additional editing!
Featured on EQD on 5/25/2012))

She has always been so stunning, my dear Fleur. Her quiet, polite demeanor and loyal attributes have made her my best yet. Her appearance has always managed to get some jealous stallions to double-take our arrival in the streets... Oh, age has not been kind to me, and I dread to think of when it will hit her. Alas, nothing lasts forever, I suppose.

((Critique is welcomed, encouraged, and taken to heart.
Special thanks to Bronymaster for editing and prereading!
Featured on EQD on 5/15/12
Read AzhureMist's sequel here!))